Bethany's Baby Babblings

Sorry not sorry about the horrendous title pun! Squidge will be ready to start weaning very soon so I thought "oooh let's have a practice at making her food!" Reet, I'll be honest, I am most definitely not blessed in the domesticity department. I melt clothes when ironing, I put grease proof paper in the grill and get confused when it catches fire, I am not entirely where we keep the dusters or even if we actually own dusters. So deciding to make all my own food rather than buying jars/pouches may seem odd. I don't really have a reason for doing so apart from just fancying having a go. The first challenge was choosing what to make first. I went for peas because it was the only vegetable we had in the house which would be suitable (I'm a salad-y veg kinda gal) The next challenge was "the recipe" because I didn't have one and couldn't be arsed to look for one. So I blagged it. I shouldn't have blagged it. I thought "half a can ...

This is the face of a parent who was up all night because for some reason scientists haven't invented a cure for teething. The mug is full of extra strong coffee. I wish it was wine. Or gin. Or both. It's proper heartbreaking seeing your kid in pain. She even refused her feeds which was freaky, you know shit is bad when she rejects the milk. Thankfully I had a cracking hubby who helped me out and didn't banish me and monkey from the bedroom (which he could have done cos he had work in the morning) So there was three in the bed last night, which was quite lovely once she'd stopped crying and started sleeping and sleep-farting. Here's to a better night tonight for everyone's sake!

why does my monkey only poo for me and not her dad? why does her poo smell like cooked mince?  why does the poo have different colours and consistencies if all she has is milk? why does wiggles like having pooing sessions at 2/3 in the morning?  why is poo the topic of 50% of conversations now that me and dale have become parents? 

2017 was a year of extreme happiness and sadness. I lost a sister but gained an angel. I lost my sanity but gained a daughter. There's such a fine line between crying and laughter, comedy and tragedy (TRAGEDY! When the feelings gone and you can't go on its TRAGEDY! ...any excuse to sings Steps and/or Bee Gees) I expect 2018 will also be filled with happy and sad but I'm hoping it'll be a bit steadier and I'm more equipped to handle it.  So let's see what 2018 brings. It started out with this little party animal sleeping in her grandparents bed after a heavy session on the milk on New Year's Eve.

Last night was non-eventful yet also eventful. My daughter spat up milk all over my new Harry Potter pyjamas. They have the Marauders Map on them so mischief was well and truly managed. Especially because it somehow got into my bra. We then had a cute family moment of watching the snow. Well me and Dale watched the snow, madam watched the light fitting. She's obsessed with them. We're hoping it's because she's going to be an interior designer and not because she's going to be as weird as her parents. Miss Fussy Pants then wouldn't settle for love nor money (probably because she's just all about the milk and at this moment in time she didn't want any; therefore sorting her out was guesswork) So to keep her quiet for 10 mins I laid her down on the bed with me. She stared at me. I interpreted this as a challenge to a staring competition. I lost miserably. Turns out babies don't blink very often and it's rather unnerving.